Warhammer: Saving Humanity Begins with the Resurrection of Horus

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Fakus realized something was wrong, and he looked at Palatul, his voice becoming low.

"What are you trying to say, Palatul? We're leaving now, that enemy..."

"He is not an extinction relic."

Paratu spoke with certainty, then stepped forward. Gunshots rang out continuously, bullets slamming into his void shield, turning into crushed and twisted scrap metal that fell to the ground.

He activated his power claws, causing the electric light from the decomposition force field to vibrate in the air.

"Come on!" roared the veteran Terminator of the Black Legion, his wild posture like that of a crazed beast. "Come on! Corpse King! False Emperor! Sorcerer's Salted Flesh! I finally know your despicable methods! Let that blasphemous creation come forth! Face me! Face the true Son of Horus! Officers of the Sixteenth Legion! Kay..."

"Kels Palatour".

A voice rang out, a voice that was so unfamiliar to Palatus, yet its tone was so familiar.

Kells Paratul gazed ahead as a giant clad in pearl-white power armor slowly emerged. Bathed in a psionic light as pure as the moon, the giant emanated a divine aura.

Paratu told himself that this was fake, that this was the blasphemous creation of the Corpse King, a scene that should not exist in this world.

But he didn't know that at that moment, he was already in tears.

"Kels Palatour".

Lynch strode forward, step by step, towards his enemies. He didn't let the leader of the original forging emerge, and even ordered the enemy to cease fire, choosing to face all the enemies alone.

"Is it just you here...? Well, it's fine this way. Even knowing it's necessary, getting stained with your blood is still an incredibly painful thing for me."

At this moment, Palatine was no longer capable of deep thought, and he couldn't even perceive the absurdity in the other person's words, "only you." His soul told him that everything was real, but his obsession drove him to growl like a wild dog, and then he bared his fangs at the person in front of him.

Fakus sensed something was wrong. He glanced at Palatul one last time, and then began to slowly back away.

"AlphaRes"

Lynch looked at Fakus, his tone icy.

Fakus's body stiffened abruptly. He turned his head in disbelief, looking at the warrior who had made Palatul's condition extremely abnormal the moment he appeared. His thoughts seemed to explode in that instant.

Lynch gripped the spear shaft with both hands, and as he drew closer, he assumed a fighting stance, charging towards the enemy ahead.

"None of you will be leaving today."

He said this and activated the decomposition force field of the power spear in his hand.

Chapter 121 For the Shadowmoon Wolf

A streak of pearly white light flashed by, and then, in an instant before anyone present could react, the power spear transformed into a meteor, piercing through the chest of a Terminator veteran.

The veteran's heart was completely shattered, but he did not die immediately from such an injury. Astartes' second heart, mutated and imbued with a powerful vitality from years of being baptized by warp energy, supported his body at this moment, allowing him to raise his hand, activate the chainsaw on his gauntlet, and smash it down on his enemy.

The chainsaw roared, interspersed with the machine spirit's agonizing and frenzied screams, like a raging beast making its final, desperate attempt at death.

Lynch coldly watched the chainsaw gauntlet hurtling towards him, and then, just before it hit his face, he used his arms to spin the blade-like spearhead and slash it sharply upwards.

Starting from his chest, the gash stretched down to his left shoulder. A gaping wound opened in the veteran's body. Blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, staining the enemy's pearl-white power armor a vivid red.

"First."

"Lynch" spoke calmly, and at that moment, Farkus Kabo finally understood why the enemy they were facing dared to charge into their ranks alone.

"Gather together! Don't face this alone!"

As a veteran of millennia, Fakus's battle instincts compelled him to roar into the team's communication channel. Aside from Palatul, his remaining warriors obeyed and swiftly carried out the order. They moved toward their nearest comrades, activating their ranged weapons in the process.

The twin-barreled explosives roared, their heavy explosive rounds powerful enough to easily shatter an entire mountainside. But when they struck the pearl-white power armor, they could only slow its wearer's movements, unable to penetrate and fulfill their mission of destruction and plunder.

"The traitor's lackey! Face me!"

A Terminator roared as he activated the missile bay mounted on his back. A total of twelve missiles, imbued with immense power, roared out, messengers of death and destruction, hurtling towards the enemy locked onto by the machine spirit.

Lin Qi's eyes narrowed. Faced with the overwhelming attack, he did not choose to dodge. Instead, he found a direction with enemies, pushed off with his legs, and charged forward.

Missiles exploded nearby, the shockwaves and flames playing a significant role in halting Lynch's charge. Flamethrowers spewed tongues of fire tens of meters long, but as Lynch switched from holding the powered spear with both hands to one, his free hand swiftly drew a bomb gun from his waist. The flames, along with their master, exploded with a gunshot, transforming into a fiery tornado rising upwards within the ruins.

Three Terminator veterans stepped forward, two of them wielding massive storm shields in one hand and a warhammer crackling with lightning in the other. The sole exception was the third, who held a huge power axe, raised overhead with both hands, poised to split a mountain in two.

The veterans, wielding storm shields, flanked Lynch, blocking his path.

"You traitorous lackey! Die!"

The veteran axe-wielding soldier roared as he leaped from the ground, his axe tracing a silvery-white crescent arc through the air before viciously tearing at "Lin Qi's" neck.

Lynch spun around, his movements ghostly. He first sidestepped the attack of the battle axe. Then, he concentrated all his strength on one side and slammed it down hard on the shield of an enemy charging at him.

Shoulders, arms, torso, and one leg serving as a fulcrum. The Storm Shield and Lynch's body collided with a tremendous roar, like two speeding armored vehicles engaging in a primitive bayonet fight across the plains without slowing down in the slightest.

When steel clashes with steel, the one with the greater strength will naturally emerge victorious.

So, who is it?

It's "Lin Qi".

The veteran coughed up a mouthful of blood, crimson mixed with black, filling his helmet and obscuring his vision. The next moment, accompanied by the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh, he coughed up blood again, his body convulsed for a moment, and then he collapsed stiffly.

Lynch broke free from the three men's encirclement, shoving aside the massive corpse in front of him. The corpse fell with an equally loud thud, and the other two roared in anger, but could only watch helplessly as their enemy slipped away.

"Surround..."

One person shouted, followed by a gunshot. His helmet was pierced by a slingshot, and his brain inside was completely turned into mush.

"Sniper!"

Fakus Kabo understood the situation. He looked at Palatul, who was still standing still, gritted his teeth, and roared into the channel.

“Palatu!” he called out his friend’s name, his voice urgent and anxious. “Palatu! Don’t hesitate! Whatever you feel! This is all part of the false emperor’s conspiracy! Join me, crush him! Tear him apart!”

Paratu ignored his companions' calls; at that moment, only that one figure remained in his eyes. Although they were different in height, build, and weapons, the stirring in his soul told him that this was all real.

Is it a conspiracy by a false emperor? Or yet another lie woven by witchcraft and salted meat to deal with them?

If that's really the case, then I truly wish I could live my whole life in lies.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do that.

The heavy Iron Cavalry Terminator unleashed incredible speed, moving like a black meteor. Its lightning claws, gleaming with azure light, tore through the air and clashed with the power spear that was about to tear apart another veteran.

boom! ! !

The attack of the master-crafted power spear was blocked, and Palatul felt a power surpassing that of Astartes. This power made his arm numb, but he gritted his teeth and confronted his enemy.

A hint of surprise flashed in Lynch's eyes, clearly astonished that his attack had been caught.

However, he quickly realized what was happening and spoke with a sigh.

“You have made great progress, Palatul.”

Lynch's words seemed to contain a sense of relief, but more than that, they conveyed a sense of indifference and ruthlessness born of necessity.

“You are nothing but a counterfeit,” Palatour said fiercely. “I don’t know how you appeared, but this isn’t the first time we’ve faced a creature like you. Abaddon was able to personally kill your own kind, and so am I!”

The Lightning Claw was swung around, and "Lynch" retreated, choosing not to attack but instead using his weapon to defend.

"A fake?"

"Lynch" said, then suddenly exerted force, finding an opening with his power spear and thrusting it fiercely into Palatul's chest.

Paratu's chest was pierced, pinning him to the ground. His lungs were also punctured, causing air bubbles to rise and blood to gush from his mouth and nose. However, such injuries were not enough to kill him on the spot; he was only temporarily unable to move and lay motionless on the ground.

The entire process took less than thirty seconds, and a seasoned veteran of the Chaos Astartes Terminator was completely rendered incapable of fighting.

As Fakus watched all this, cold sweat trickled down his forehead. His memories began to flood back, and suddenly, he recalled scenes he had witnessed many years ago.

It was on the battlefield of Terra that he saw giants taller than Astartes and even the Imperial Guard, unleashing their unparalleled power among battle-hardened warriors.

On a planet reduced to scorched earth, he saw a black storm tearing apart the possessed hosts into pieces.

That was in...

That was a scene that took place on various planets in the days when the gods were not yet bound to their thrones and were still human beings traveling through the galaxy with their offspring.

“Impossible,” he muttered to himself, his voice filled with disbelief. “The Primarch’s era has ended… how could he possibly appear in this era? He’s at most Sigismund, Akulduna…”

But if that's the case, what about Plato's reaction?

Fakus knew that within his squad, only Paratul's gene-seed remained the true Son of Horus in this era. The gene-seeds of the others had long since been replaced by unknown Primarchs.

Judging from Paratul's reaction, the gene seeds in these people should not be Horus's, just like his own.

As an Alpharis who uses the name of the former Shadowmoon Wolf Company Commander, Fakus Kebo, he naturally wouldn't have the same reaction as Paratu.

"Damn it," Fakus cursed inwardly. He looked at the warrior in the pearl-white power armor in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then made his decision.

"Retreat!" Fakus shouted over the channel. "Everyone, forget about the wounded, retreat behind the bronze gate!"

The other veterans began to question Fakus's decision, but relying on his prestige accumulated over many years within the unit, Fakus forcefully suppressed these voices.

He led his team toward the bronze gate, and at that moment, he suddenly saw Apellen, who had died sometime earlier, and a priest of the Mechanicus who was connected to his brain with tentacles and whose attire clearly belonged to the Empire.

Fakus raised his hand, aimed at the priest, and pulled the trigger.

The Storm Bomb Gun spat out brilliant tongues of fire as heavy bombs sliced ​​through the air, hurtling straight toward their targets.

The priest looked up and glanced indifferently at Fakus, who was firing at him.

boom!

Just before the bomb and the priest were about to make contact, an Astartes wearing a type of power armor unknown to Fakus appeared in front of him. The Astartes turned sideways, using its heavy shoulder armor to block the attack and prevent the priest from being harmed by the enemy.

"The Bronze Gate is closing!" a Terminator veteran shouted in the channel, making Fakus realize something was wrong.

"Retreat quickly! Quickly..."

Before he could finish speaking, a silver arc of light flashed. Fakuston felt a sharp pain in his arm. He looked down and saw a perfectly clean cut on his left arm, from which bright red blood was gushing out continuously.

"I said."

The figure of "Lin Qi" appeared, his voice as cold as ice, like a raging wind sweeping across the wilderness in winter, making people tremble and feel fear.

"None of you can leave."

With his remaining hand, Fakus drew his power sword from his waist. He activated the blade's disintegration field and, facing his enemy, attempted a final struggle.

However, in Lynch's opinion, his speed was still too slow.

Therefore, his struggle was naturally meaningless.

The power spear sliced ​​through the air, piercing the neck armor of the Farcus Terminator's power armor, tearing through the skin and flesh, and ripping the entire head off.